If The People Have No Bread, Let

Courage? The Moment When My Troubles Are Going To End Is Not The Moment When My Courage Is Going To Fail Me.

One's Enjoyment Is Doubled When One Can Share It With A Friend - And Where Can One Find A More Affectionate, A More Intimate Friend Than In One's Own Family?

No One Understands My Ills, Nor The Terror That Fills My Breast, Who Does Not Know The Heart Of A Mother.

If The People Have No Bread, Let Them Eat Cake.

I Had Friends. The Idea Of Being Forever Separated From Them And From All Their Troubles Is One Of The Greatest Sorrows That I Suffer In Dying. Let Them At Least Know That To My Latest Moment I Thought Of Them.